Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm baack!
...again!
Okay, hopefully this time I'm here to stay. I have no idea what happened, but I got a sudden surge of inspiration yesterday and I decided to finally write the sequel to NO CELL PHONES. I've had this idea floating around in my head for MONTHS now, but I was only able to pull it off last night. Oh, and for those who haven't read the prequel, you don't have to read it to understand this story.
I've played around with a lot of new ideas for this story, but the biggest change is that it's my first story written in the first-person. Now that I've tried it, I can see how much better characterization comes out, and I'm hoping this will help me when I apply it to future works. This story is from Ryan's point of view, another new thing, as my stories usually centre around Troy, and I think it turned out well.
Disclaimer: Blah blah, I don't own High School Musical, it belongs to Disney.
Warning: This story contains slash (male/male relationships). If you don't like slash, please do not read.
OKAY, done talking. I hope you all enjoy my latest masterpiece!
From No ID to Me
Written by tryanforever91
Troy Bolton's a beast in bed.
Okay, now that I have your attention, let me introduce myself. I'm Ryan Evans; 'RYAN!' to my sister, and Ryan to everyone else. I'm a drama geek, I've starred in almost every school production, and I love going clothes shopping. I'm also Troy's boyfriend (and for the record, I don't know what he's like in bed; that's a story for another day).
Some of you know the story, and some of you are wondering how the hell Troy ended up with a fruit like me. Well, that's a tale worth retelling if you really want to know. You've heard of Text-Message Breakup, right? Well, our story is exactly the opposite. We met in homeroom (how romantic), flirted via text (ooh la la), and then we smooched by my locker and he asked me out. The best part? I didn't know it was him until he kissed me. I like to think of it as my own little Cinderella story, and I'm the prince who discovered my true love's identity moments before our happily ever after.
Dandy, ain't it?
It was, as the cliché goes, a dream come true. And it was all thanks to my good-for-nothing sister, whose astronomical phone bill denied me an upgrade to a phone plan with Caller ID. It brought me to the one I loved, and I would do it all over again if I had the chance.
I did get that chance, but the happily ever after was a one-time deal...
-o-o-o-
The first day back from Spring Break always necessitated a homeroom class to reacquaint students with the school they had tried so hard to escape. Upcoming exam dates, tutorial schedules, and updated grades were painful reminders that it was back to the books. I hated that part.
But then, there was another part; that part when friends reunited after family trips or spring break camps. Or in my case, when I reunited with my boyfriend.
It was a minute to the bell when I saw him bounding down the hall, his green book bag bouncing against his wonderfully round... nevermind. His hair had grown at least half an inch since school let out a week ago, and he had the beginnings of a nice tan. Maybe basketball camp wasn't a total waste. He said not a word as he jogged up to me and engulfed me in his arms. Pulling me tight against him, he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek and whispered into my ear.
"Hey. I missed you." It was simple, but I loved him for it. Why mince words that had no meaning behind them?
I wrapped my own arms around him and hugged him tight. God, did I ever miss this. I returned his kiss and murmured my response.
"I missed you too."
We held onto each other in silence for a while longer, relishing the simple presence of each other. I let out a relaxed sigh.
"So, how was basketball camp?"
Before Troy could answer, the bell rang loudly through the hallways. Reluctantly, I let Troy slip out of my grasp.
"I'll tell you later, 'kay?" he said, winning me over with that smile of his.
"Yeah, okay," I said faintly. I followed him into Ms. Darbus' classroom, where he started talking loudly with a huddle of his basketball friends. I took my seat a few rows over and set my bag down. As the class filled up, I occupied myself with watching him, as he laughed with his pals, recounting the fun they had at camp. He caught a glimpse of me and sent my way a discreet wink. Always a flirt. And I loved it.
Something momentarily obstructed my view, and a voice quite close to me said something.
"Hey Ryan."
I looked up. Jason had left the group and was making his way to his seat in the back row.
"Hey Jason," I said. "Good vacation?"
"Oh yeah. I had a blast at camp." He smiled at me and nodded his head. "Yep, it was a good one."
I laughed, trying not to make it sound like my fake conversational one. "That's good." I then turned away from him and redirected my attention to Troy. No offense to Jason, but I was more inclined to ogle at my boy than make idle chitchat.
An abrupt hush fell over the room as the jangle of many beads announced the arrival of Ms. Darbus. Everyone jumped into their seats, knowing what awaited them in detention if they weren't behaved. She appeared in the doorway in all her glory, wrapped in shawls and adorned with jewellery.
"Good morning, young virtuosos!" she greeted in that mystical yet powerful voice. "And welcome back to our beloved school. Now, first order of business..."
And that's where she lost me. Now don't get me wrong, I loved Ms. Darbus like an aunt, but I couldn't care less about when the next History tutorials were being held. Maybe that was why I was failing that class... Anyways, the clouds rolling by the window were a lot more interesting to me.
It was when I was trying to decide whether a certain cumulus looked more like a hippo or a rhino when a sudden tingling shot up and down my thigh. The soft buzz of my silver Motorola RAZR on vibrate alerted me to a new text message.
I shot a furtive glance to Ms. Darbus, but she was busy with a booklet of papers she was reading from. I seized my chance to whip out my cell phone and hide it behind my hat, which I removed on the pretence of scratching my head. With my cell safely out of sight, I flicked it open.
New text message from: No ID
Okay I got it, I don't have Caller ID. I really didn't need to be reminded each time someone called or left me a message. I selected 'view now' from the box and so I could read my new text. I had a good idea of who it was from.
hey goodlookin. i missd seeing u ovr sprng braek.
Yeah, that was Troy. I smiled to myself and closed the text message. It was so like him to tell me he missed me again. Although, that week took a bit of a toll on his fingers. That was more typos than usual. I thought for a moment of how to respond before settling on something. Checking to make sure Ms. Darbus wasn't looking, I keyed in my reply.
o, u flatterer. and u already kno i missed you.
I was satisfied with what I came up with, and I hit 'send.' With that taken care of, I slipped my hat back on and shoved my phone back into my pocket. I stopped to listen to what Ms. Darbus was saying, just in case it had something to do with the Spring Musical. Nothing doing; she was just rattling on about some teacher's conference.
I got bored with the clouds (Troy swears I have ADHD, but I just like to call it a short attention span), and so I took to examining the pattern on the back of my sister's sweater. She sat in front of me, and always provided something interesting to look at. Today, however, I saw something far more interesting than pink plaid. From over her shoulder, I could spot her phone, and her open text inbox. She was corresponding with a lover as well.
New text message from: Zeke Baylor. hlo Sharpay. u wanna giv me a lil sugar afterschool?
Ooh, not smart. Sharpay huffed, and I could see her typing in her response.
i c basketball camp did nothing for ur manners. dont count on it! She pounded the send button and stowed her cell phone away. I had to snicker. Zeke needed work on his timing. The first day back to school was not the opportune time for sexual advances, especially on Sharpay.
"And in the Spring of seventy-one..."
I had been waiting for that. Jason had, once again, asked Ms. Darbus about her holidays. I was a bit surprised that I missed the entire class groaning. That was my cue to tune out Ms. Darbus again. As I slipped away into a daydream of showtunes and making out with Troy, I was once again jolted back to reality by another pulse of my cell phone. When the coast was clear, I pulled it out and read my new message.
New text message from: No ID. o, im glad u missed me too. ive bin thniking about u all weak.
The touching sentiment was somewhat lost in the homonym-confusion, and despite my best efforts to suppress it, I let out a small snort of laughter. Ms. Darbus cast her eagle-eye my way, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I was done for. However, her eyes were gone the next moment and I breathed a sigh of relief. Disaster averted, for now at least.
I took my chance to compose my response.
u are too sweet, u kno that? and uve been the only thing on my mind since u left 4 camp.
It was true. Most of my Spring Break was spent moping in my room or some other secluded spot, wishing so much that Troy was there with me. Talk about sappy romantics... but that's just the way h e made me feel. And to know that he had been thinking about me too, even when he was having the time of his life at basketball camp really meant a lot to me. Sometimes I really wondered how a guy like me got so lucky.
I sent the message in the nick of time, as Ms. Darbus swept past my desk to grab something from the back. Breathing a sigh of relief, I hid my phone in my sleeve and tried my best to look like I knew what was going on. Looking around, I tried to see if anyone else was paying attention. I snickered when they were all tapping away on their cell phones discreetly. Typical, although I was hardly one to talk. I resolved to make that my last text, lest I land myself another detention. Manual labour was not my thing.
In front of me, Sharpay had her own cell phone out again. While I really should have minded my own business, I was really eager to find out how Zeke was going to smooth things over.
New text message from: Zeke Baylor. sharpay, i meant actual sugar. i have 4 dozen cupcakes to bake for next week's fundraiser. do u hav any to spare? ive run out.
I couldn't help but feel just a teensy bit disappointed. I was hoping for some half-baked lame-ass excuse, but that sounded true enough for Zeke. That boy was always baking. I continued to watch over Sharpay's shoulder as she replied.
real sugar? ur a strange boy sometimes. im sure u can have a few kilograms. ill have it delivered afterschool. kisses.
She sent the message off.
Now that I was actually paying attention to what Ms. Darbus was saying (she had finally gotten to the audition dates), I was starting to realize how loud everyone's phones were getting. Usually, we weren't this bad with texting each other, but it was the first day back, and I guess everyone had a lot to say. I decided it was a good idea to ease up on the messaging for now. There was plenty of time to talk to Troy later.
The buzzing kept getting louder as Ms. Darbus reached the end of her announcements, and I feared that we'd all be stuck with her after school if everyone didn't stop. Cell phones were ringing left right and centre, and I was briefly reminded of a beehive. At the height of all this, my cell phone went off again.
I really didn't want to answer it, but I also didn't want to just ignore Troy. I debated the issue back and forth in my head. I thought again of that beautiful smile of his, and the way he held me in his arms. That did it for me. I had to see what he sent.
As subtly as I could, I slid my cell phone out of my sleeve and flipped it open.
New text message from: No ID.
"RYAN!" Oh crud, that was it. I didnt waste any time reading the message, but as fast as i could, i typed in:
meet me at the usual place. luv u.
I then prepared for the worst. Ms. Darbus glided over to me with a contemptuous look on her face.
"Since your cell phone seems more interesting than me," she said in a low voice, "perhaps you'd like to share with the class what you're doing."
I swallowed. "Um, no thank you..."
Ms. Darbus held her infamous paint can in front of my face, and I reluctantly dropped my cell phone in.
"I was so hoping I'd find someone to paint the new props for the musicale." She turned to face the rest of the class. "And don't think I can't here the rest of you rebellious texters. CELL PHONES OUT, NOW!"
Just as it happened before, everyone pulled out their phones, one-by-one. Ms. Darbus took her bucket and began her mass confiscation, reading out loud some of the messages she came across. From Kelsi's phone, she read about her new compositions she wrote over the break. Taylor and Gabriella were once again talking equations. Chad was bragging about the basket he scored from centre court at camp. And Martha...
rofl, i luv to pop n lock n jam n break.
Before Ms. Darbus could comment on that last message, the bell rang, and everyone collected their things and left in a hurry.
"Such wonderful little helpers," Ms. Darbus said sweetly. "And just in time for the Spring Musicale. Ta ta, see you all after school!"
I groaned as I pushed past everyone and made my way to my locker. I questioned in my head whether or not that was worth it... but then again, who was I kidding? Of course it was worth it; it was Troy! Thinking of him lifted my spirits as I pulled my locker door open and collected the books I needed for the day. I took my time with it, anticipating Troys arrival.
It came; that tap on my shoulder, that unmistakable touch. I knew what was coming as instinct turned me around and closed my eyes. Or at least, I thought I knew what was coming...
The kiss was... unbelievable. Troy always had a knack for catching me by surprise, but this time, it was a shockwave that came out of the blue. There was that familiar mixture of warm affection and hot passion as we entangled ourselves in each other's arms and pushed deeper into the kiss, and yet, there was something different that I couldn't quite place. The way that Troy held me, the way he seemed to lose himself in the heat almost made it feel like our first kiss all over again. Had he missed me that much? Did we both forget what it felt like?
It was getting too hard to keep track of these deep thoughts. All I needed was more. I needed to taste the salty sweet flavour of Troy's lips, to inhale nothing but his luscious, masculine scent. I wanted to stay forever in those strong arms of his, and hold onto that lovely, muscular body.
That's when I noticed it. Something else was different, other than Troy's renewed passion. I knew for a fact that Troy was a medium in an American Eagle polo, and what I was holding onto was an extra-large from... was it Wal-Mart?
He felt it when I faltered, and slowly, those lips gently floated away from my own. When I could breathe again, my eyes fluttered open a sliver. Then they bulged out of my head.
"JASON?"
To be continued...
Author's Note: OHH! Bet you didn't see that one coming (or maybe you did, I don't know, you tell me).
So basically, the whole idea behind this story came from something Sandshrew777 said in his review for the first story. He said that if he hadn't known who was texting Ryan, the ending might have been more satisfying. So that got me to thinking, what if it wasn't Troy that was texting him? What if I lead everyone on to believe it was him, and then reveal it to be someone else? And then it took off from there.
I also tried to give more depth to Troy and Ryan's relationship, again, suggested by Sandshrew777. Initially, I only set the story after Spring Break so the story could take place in homeroom class, but then it kinda grew from that, and it suddenly became a big plot device, and I loved it.
One thing that's absent from this story that I really wanted to keep was everyone else's text messages. In the first drafts, the story was told in third-person like the prequel, so i could dip in and out of other people's conversations. But then that had to change when I made it Ryan's story, and so the only other person we get to see is Sharpay. I tried to keep a little of it when Ms. Darbus started reading them, but it slowed down the story too much. The one I had to keep was Martha's though. I feel guilty for making her the butt of the joke... but I still have fun with it. :D
And why did I make it Jason? Because, I LOVE Jason, and I love him and Ryan together. Next to Tryan, Ryson is my favourite pairing, because Jason is absolutely adorable.
So yes, this story is not a oneshot, and I'll be continuing it as we find out what exactly happened between Jason and Ryan. I do hope you all like the story so far, and please please please review so I know how I'm doing. This is my first major fanfic update in three months, and I wanna know if I still need to work on things.
And for those of you waiting on A Story From East High, um... I'm still stuck on that one, I don't know when I'll have the next chapter up. Sorry!
Anyways, that's all from me for right now. Chapter Two is started, and should be up within the next week. 'Til then, please review! Thanks!
-tryanforever91
